Still holier
The winds sound
Quarreling among the branches
In tuneless song
Carrying memories
Joy an’ sorrow
Thru lands unknown
And unsuspecting hearts
Blessed an’ pure
Are unwittingly caught
In this crossfire
Oh, how they bleed
Crimson
Fiery
Fierce
The Sun follows
The melody
Down, down
Into the sea
Spills itself
And dead goes down
Into the abyss
Where hearts, sorrowful
Sleep.
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Author:
Joakim Bergen (
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